Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Father's ship

My father's ship set out to sea ~ It was the year that I turned three.The winds arose, and rains did pour ~While on the land, I turned to four.The sails aright, their strength alive ~When candles on the cake, said I was five.The boom did crash, there was no fix ~The year that I would turn to six.A drowning mass and sinking leaven ~The tale would end and I was seven.So as my Mum put out the light ~I asked if father was alright?She answered, "Yes, but he'll be in late."I closed my eyes and dreamed of eight.

4 comments:

Hi Dixie. Your Blog is as though you are revealing parts of yourself piece by piece. Maybe like Salome's Dance of the Seven Veils!I like the Fred Beckett painting. I was amazed when you recognised one of his pictures in my 'Whitehall' post but now I can see that you are a fan. Click here for Bazza’s Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

Hi Bazza!My blog header states:STRIPPING AWAY THE ROSE COLORED GLASSES OF DENIAL CONCERNING MY REALITY; GETTING IN TOUCH WITH TRUTH. REACHING OUT TO OTHERS IN EMPATHY CONCERNING THEIR REALITY AND THEIR WALK TO TRUTH.So yes, I have a go at me and hope someone comes right back. "Dance of the Seven Veils", indeed!Yes, Beckett has my vote for gorgeous artwork. Thanks for your comment.